Date: Tue, 22 Jun 1999 10:15:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: bomber_90@yahoo.com
Subject: The First Time

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about the Irish pop band Boyzone.
It involves male/male sex, so if you are under 18 or don't like that kind
of thing then leave now, if not read on. This story is fictitious and by
no way implies anything about the sexuality of any members of the band.

                          The First Time
                            by bomber
Chapter 1

Stephen stood in front of the mirror gazing at his reflection through his
tears. He was lost in his thoughts, so didn't notice Ronan walk up behind
him and put his hand on his shoulder. Stephen jumped and turned his head
to see Ronan standing behind him. "Steve, you all right?" he asked.

"I'll be fine," he said, "it's nothing big. It'll be all right for when
we go on," he sobbed back. "I just need to be alone for a while."

"OK, if you're sure, I'll let the others know."

"Thanks," Steve said as he turned to face the mirror again. But
everything wasn't all right, Steve had been in the papers for a few days
now. Normally, it wouldn't have bothered him but they were saying that
Steve was the only member not to be married yet because he was gay and
for once it was true. Earlier that day, he had had to break up with
James, his boyfriend, because he didn't want James to have the press
hounding him. James had said he understood but he still thought it was
because Steve had finally won over Ronan. Steve had had a crush on Ronan
since the start but recently it had got worse because of his marriage. So
their break up had been on very bad terms.

Steve had plunged back into his thoughts again but they were of the event
that just happened. "Steve, don't let the bastards get you down. We'll
find someone who'll tell 'em it's not true," Ronan said trying to cheer
up Steve. But Steve just stared blankly at the mirror. Ronan moved his
head down and pecked Steve on the neck. Ronan looked up to see Steve's
reaction but Steve was still staring at the mirror. So Ronan kissed him
harder on the neck and turned Steve to look at him. They looked into each
others eyes and moved forward until their lips touched. The kiss
instantly became wild and passionate. Their hands roamed over each others
back. As Ronan pulled them closer together, they could feel each others
hard member straining underneath their dressing gowns. Steve reached down
and pulled on the cords of their gowns, causing them to fall to the floor
with the gyrating action that was now happening. Steve could now feel
Ronan's chest against his own and got turned on even more. His hands
reached behind Ronan and began to squeeze the cheeks of his arse. This
caused Ronan to increase the speed of his hips, rubbing harder and faster
against Steve.

Steve broke off the kiss, letting his tongue make a trail down from
Ronan's mouth to his neck. There he started to kiss Ronan, and moved down
from his neck to his throat aiming towards Ronan's pale chest. Steve's
tongue now flicked out and revelled in the hair on Ronan's chest. It made
its way from there to Ronan's nipple, where it rolled over it a couple of
times. Then Steve's mouth came down and began to suck on the nipple,
causing Ronan to moan with pleasure. Steve nipped at it, the ecstasy
making Ronan moan even more. Steve's tongue traced its way across Ronan's
chest to his other nipple and gave it the same treatment the other had
just received. He continued his journey down Ronan's body until he
reached Ronan's navel. His tongue circled around it and then flicked in
and out of it. Ronan's head was now rolling from side to side and his
hands were running through Steve's dark hair.

Steve followed the thin trail of hair from Ronan's navel to the waistband
of his boxer briefs. At the front of them, Steve could see how excited
Ronan was because of the wet patch at the front. He began playing with
the waistband with his teeth, pulling it down a bit at a time. He looked
up at Ronan whose face was begging Steve to release his cock from the
confines of his pants. Steve's hands traced up the inside of Ronan's
muscular legs, across the bulge in the front of  his boxers finally
reaching the waistband of the pants and pulling them down. Ronan's nine
inches of cut meat immediately flew back into Steve's face. Steve flicked
his tongue at it a couple of times and then moved down to Ronan's knee.
He licked the inside of Ronan's leg up to his balls. He sucked them into
his mouth one by one, rolling each one around in his mouth and squeezing
them. The tongue then wandered down Ronan's other leg to his knee.

"Steve, suck it please," Ronan panted.

Steve looked up at him and smiled, "All in good time, hunk."

With that he moved back up to Ronan's balls and sucked on them some more.
His tongue found it's way underneath them and along the trail that led to
Ronan's tight butt. Ronan gasped as Steve manoeuvred so he was now
sitting underneath Ronan his face directed towards the cheeks of Ronan's
arse. He buried his face between them and his tongue flicked at the
rosebud of Ronan's arse. Steve stayed there lapping at Ronan's crack
until he noticed a change in the rhythm of Ronan's breathing. He came
from underneath Ronan to see that he had spit on his hand and was rubbing
his cut dick, his hand a blur. Steve, immediately, caught hold of Ronan's
hand and said, "No, let me."

Steve turned and placed his hot mouth over the head of Ronan's cock. He
lapped up all the precum that was leaking from Ronan's dick, when it had
all gone, he lapped at the piss slit a few more times for good measure.
He took his mouth off of Ronan's dick and licked all around the base of
the head. His tongue stopped when it got back to his piss slit and moved
down the underside of the rock hard cock. It moved back up it and Steve
now took half of Ronan's cock into his mouth. After sucking on it a few
times, he moved down and took the whole length into his throat. It didn't
take long for Ronan to start fucking Steve's face, pulling his head back
and forth in time with his hips. Steve was loving the feeling of Ronan's
dick in his throat and the smell and feel of Ronan's pubes on his nose.
Ronan bucked faster and faster. With a huge roar he spewed his load deep
down his throat.

Steve jumped as he felt Ronan's hand against his shoulder again. "Looks
like you're feeling better," said Ronan pointing to the bulge showing
through his dressing gown and giggling. Steve turned red and turned away
from Ronan.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a bit better," he said, "is it time to meet the fans
before the show already?"

"Yeah, so you better get changed and get rid of that."

"OK," Steve said, "give me a couple of minutes to get changed," with that
Ronan threw Steve's clothes at him and left the room. Steve felt so
embarrassed, not only had was he caught with a huge hardon but it was by
Ronan, which made it worse. He got dressed and went to join the others.


This was written before the whole thing about Stephen
coming out on June 16th.


			      The First Time
				 by bomber

Before I start the next chapter, I think I'd better tell you some things about
myself. My name's Darrell, I'm 21. I'm about 5'7, 140lbs, slim and smooth. I
have short brown hair and blue eyes. I must also point out something else, as
it is a major part of my life, I play American Football for my uni team the
Lancaster Bombers. Anyway, enough of that lets get on with the story, that's
why you're here.

Chapter 2

I don't know how but my sister had won. The phone call from the local newspaper
office confirmed it. She now had two tickets with backstage passes to the
Boyzone concert. We had both been Boyzone fans since the start of their career
here in England. Before the concert we got to go get autographs and take
pictures of the guys. I was stood there with a gang of teenage girls, I can't
imagine what it must have looked like to the group as they walked towards us.
The girls ran up to them and swamped them. I stood there watching in awe as the
five guys were almost taken out by the girls. I don't know how they coped with
all that every day of their lives. There were flashes everywhere as the girl's
were taking pictures of the lads. Suddenly, someone grabbed me on the
shoulders, someone else pulled down my trousers and a flash went off in my
face. I reached down and caught hold of my trousers to pull them up but as I
began to pull them up, someone pinched my butt. I finished pulling up my
trousers and looked around to see who had pulled them down. My vision was still
blurred but I recognised the outline of Stephen, one of the band members.

"What the hell did you do that for, especially in front of all those girls?" I
shouted out.

"Sorry, it was meant to be a joke," said Ronan, trying not to laugh.

"What girls," Stephen asked, "they've all gone, apart from that one." He
pointed to my sister.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to blow up like that," I said starting to laugh.

My sister came over laughing her head off. "Can I get a copy of that picture,
I'm sure the team would love a picture of Darrell with his trousers off and you
lot behind him," she said.

"No, you can't do that to me," I blurted out staring at her.

"Which team would that be?" asked Shane.

"The American Football team he plays on," she replied back.

"Oh come on Louise, those pictures of me puking were bad enough," I pleaded
with her.

"OK, they won't get the picture if you come back after the show," Shane said to
me and winking at Steve. Steve went bright red and turned away.

"Come on lads, its time to go do the show," Ronan said walking towards the
dressing rooms.

"I suppose I can come back, see ya later."

Louise and I walked around and joined the last few fans entering the arena. We
found our way to our seats and prepared for the concert.

After the concert I took Louise to where my parents were going to pick us up. I
told them what had happened and said I'd find my own way home. I walked back to
the backstage area. There was a girl waiting for me, she showed me to a room
with a table full of food and drink.

"Take a seat," she said pointing to one of the sofas in the room, "can I get
you anything?"

"No, I'm fine thanks," I replied.

"The guys will be a while changing. Did you enjoy the show?"

"Yeah, it was OK, although I didn't hear much of the music, my sister was
screaming all through the show. I don't know how she kept it up without losing
her voice."

She laughed, helped herself to a drink and sat down next to me.

"Do they ask people back often?" I asked her.

"Not really, but they don't normally get men backstage, apart from dads with
their kids. They probably want to know why you were here."

Just as she'd finished, Shane popped his head around the door. "You did come
back then," he said as he piled food onto a plate, he had just picked up.

"Yeah, I had nothing better to do," I replied.

"Gee thanks, I've never felt so wanted," he replied smirking, "so what did you
think of the show?"

"It was great, what I could hear of it anyway."

Shane came over and sat opposite me, "Yeah, those girls can scream."

"Tell me about it, I think my sister deafened me."

"I still don't believe you play American Football, you're too small."

"I can prove it," I said pulling out a couple of pictures from my wallet(Ed.
Yes, I'm that sad I have football pics in my wallet). "This is me killing
someone," I said showing him a picture of me planting someone into the ground,
"and this is me off the pitch leading the cheers."

"That first picture is awesome, that guy looks twice your size."

"They're all smaller than me as soon as they step on the pitch," I replied.

"Seen any NFL games live?"

"No, but I've watched some college games live."

"Yeah, which team?"

"Purdue, I studied there for a year. It was amazing watching the games with
about 60,000 people. I could never imagine playing in front of that many
people, we only get about 15 at each of our games."

"If it's anything like our concerts, it's terrifying at first but you get used
to it."

Just then Ronan and Stephen walked into the room. As soon as Stephen saw me, he
went bright red again. They too walked over to the table, got some food and
came and sat by Shane and me. I hadn't noticed before but they were all dressed
up, like they were about to go out.

"He really does play American Football," said Shane excitedly, "let them see
the photos, Darrell." I took the photos out of my wallet and showed them to
Stephen and Ronan.

"God, you look tiny compared to some of them," said Ronan.

"So, up for the club?" Stephen asked me.

"Club, what club?" I answered.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you if you wanted to go clubbing with us," said Shane, now
turning red too.

"I'd love to but I'm skint and I'm not exactly dressed for clubbing."

"You don't really need money, I'm sure we can stretch to buying your drinks.
There's bound to be some clothes around that'll fit you. Steve, why don't you
help him find something out," Ronan said.

"OK, this way Darrell." Steve said standing up and walking towards the door. I
couldn't believe it, I had actually got to meet my fantasy guys and they were
all being so nice to me, I was even going to be going clubbing with them. As he
passed Ronan he gave him a sly kick. I got up and followed him. He led me to a
room full of clothes, quite a lot of it was designer label stuff. "You're about
my size, try these," he said handing me a pair of white trousers and a blue
shirt. I began to take off my T-shirt not even bothering to think about someone
else being in the room. Then I felt a hand running up my stomach, following the
bottom of my shirt. When I pulled it over my head, there was Stephen right in
front of me with his shirt unbuttoned, one hand on my chest and the other on
his own chest. His face moved forward and his lips touched mine. My mind swam,
I had dreamed of this for years but now it was happening, I didn't know what to
do. His lips parted and his tongue pushed its way through mine. He pulled away
from me.

"I'm really sorry, I couldn't help myself, you remind me so much of James,"
Stephen said nearly in tears.

"It's OK, I just wasn't expecting it to happen, who's James?" I said as I
reached round to try and comfort him.

"James is my boyfriend, sorry that's ex-boyfriend now," he began to cry.

"Don't cry," I said cuddling him.

"Why ex?" I said, bringing his body closer to mine.

"I had to break up with him because I didn't want him to be hounded by all the
press," he sobbed back.

"I'm sure he would have been fine with it," I said and loosened my grip around
Stephen as I felt his sobs dying away, "especially if he loved you as much as
you do him."

"That's the thing though, he didn't love me that much, otherwise, he would have
been fine with me being around Ronan all the time," he said his sobs finally
dying down.

I picked up some tissues from a box on the nearby table and handed them to
Steve, "Here, clean yourself up before we go back in. You don't want the guys
to think we got up to anything in here," I said with a smile.

He laughed, came over and hugged me again, then hit me in the stomach. " You
better get your shirt done up before they come looking for us." I laughed at
him and pointed out he was in the same predicament. We both did up our shirts
and went back to the other room.

"Where have you been for so long?" Shane said smiling at us.

"This guy's so picky," Stephen said smiling and hitting me in the stomach
again.

"It's true, I can't wear just any old clothes," I say in my best posh accent,
at which they all laughed. "So we gonna hit this club or not?"

"Yeah, let's go," said Keith racing for the door, "the limo's been waiting for
ages." The others get up and we follow Keith outside. There waiting for us is a
huge white limo. We all clamber in to it, with Shane and Stephen making a point
of having to sit by me.

"Aren't I the popular one," I said. At that point in time, I didn't have a care
in the world, I mean who would surrounded by five gorgeous blokes.

"Nah, it's just you don't smell as bad as they do," Shane said laughing and
digging me in the ribs. "So where is Purdue?" he asked.

"It's in Indiana, about halfway between Chicago and Indianapolis."

"Do they play Notre Dame then?"

I pretend to spit, "Don't swear in my presence," I said trying to hold back the
laughter of how their faces turned after I had spit. "Sorry, Purdue and Notre
Dame are huge football rivals. The game I saw them in, was huge, the stadium
was beyond capacity and there was a huge party on the field when we beat them."

"Hey, it's cool, not many people over here like the sport and are so enthused
about it. I have to be an Irish fan with my background though."

"It's cool. I thought you were more of a basketball fan though."

"Well, yeah, but I think most American sports are cool. So had did you get into
playing anyway?"

"I've watched it since I was a kid, and when I saw the desk to sign up at the
Fresher's Fair at uni, I couldn't resist. I've been playing ever since, and
hopefully, will play for a few more years."

"Cool," said Shane.

"Looks like we're here," said Keith virtually jumping through the limo roof, as
he got out of the car.

"Is he always like this?" I asked finding his behaviour absolutely hilarious.

"Yeah, he's always been a bit of a party animal said Mikey as he too climbed
out of the car. Ronan followed Mikey out of the car with Shane not far behind.
As I edged towards the door, Steve pulled me back and kissed me on the cheek.
It completely blew me away, I was soaring with the birds.

"Thanks for earlier," he said smiling at me, he has the cutest smile in the
world.

"No probs," I say while getting out of the car, "come on, looks like the others
have already gone in." I waited as Stephen got out of the car and we walked
into the club. We found the others at the bar already ordering drinks. I looked
around the club, there were only a few people there. "Pretty quiet tonight," I
shout towards Steve.

"Yeah, we booked the club, all the drinks are being put on a tab, so have
whatever you want." As I turned towards the bar a drink was shoved into my
face.

"Here try this," Shane said shoving the drink towards me again.

"What's in it?"

"Just try it."

I take the glass from him and sniff the bright orange coloured drink. I felt a
rush from my nose to my head as the fumes hit me. But me being me, I had to
taste it. It tasted just like something I'd had before but couldn't identify
it. Then it hit me and it felt like my throat was on fire. "Shane what did you
give him," Stephen shouted at him, and stared at him.

"Just my usual, quadruple vodka, double Jack Daniels and Red Bull."

"Darrell, are you OK?" Stephen said with a worried look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, that's a good drink." Ronan came over and pointed to a table
and nodded his head towards it. Shane and Stephen both nodded back and we went
over to the table and took a seat. I started to tip the drink back (I don't
know any other way of drinking apart from fast). Just as I was halfway down the
drink, 'Tragedy' by Steps came on. I run onto the dance floor dragging Ronan
with me. Then it all goes hazy, I remember dancing to the song and going back
for some more of my drink. But that's about it.

Bright sunshine hits my face and I open my eyes. Then the pain starts, the room
starts spinning and my head starts pounding. I try to sit up but just fall back
onto the bed, my arm hitting something. I look over and see Stephen sound
asleep. My mind started racing, what did I do last night? Did I do anything
with Stephen? Then I looked at him again, he looked so cute his hair falling
across his face. I try to get up again and do so with the help of the bedside
cabinet. I realise I've got no clothes on. I search around for something to
wear. I grab a dressing gown off the floor and head towards a door. It wasn't
the bathroom as I had hoped, it led into a room with sofas in it.

"Morning stud," Shane shouts at me, sending shockwaves of pain through my head.
I grab at my head and slowly walk towards the sofa where he's sitting. "Not
feeling too good, I'm not surprised after what you did last night," he shouted
at me winking.

"Do you have to shout?" I manage to mumble.

"Sorry, come sit down and I'll tell you what you did last night."

"I don't wanna know, it's probably to embarrassing," I say as I walk over to
the sofa being the glutton for punishment I am, I wanted to know what I'd done.

To be continued????????????


Well there you go guys, part 2. Hope you like it. Again if you have any
comments/suggestions, let me know by emailing me at bomber_90@yahoo.com.
Sorry, but this will be the last instalment for a while. I have a few
problems I have to sort out over here. But keep an eye out for the rest of
the story, if you like it and let me know, I'll write some more.